Rose and a Butterfly: A Poem by Latha Warrier

In the garden’s soft embrace, they meet,
A tale of grace and beauty, bittersweet.
The Rose, with petals blushing bright,
Stands proud beneath the morning light.

Her fragrance dances on the breeze,
A promise whispered through the trees.
Yet, rooted deep, she cannot roam,
Her beauty bound to earth, her home.

Then comes the Butterfly, light and free,
A wanderer on wings of glee.
He flutters near, a fleeting sigh,
Drawn to the Rose, though passing by.

He kisses her with gentle care,
And rests a moment in her stare.
Yet soon, the wind calls him away,
And though she longs, he cannot stay.

But in that brief, enchanted hour,
The Rose and Butterfly share their power.
For though their fates pull them apart,
Their bond lives on in nature’s heart.